It Might As Well Be Spring

It could be nice to fall in love during springtime in New York. On second thought, it could also be awful.

Earlier this year, Liana Finck was anticipating the onset of spring with both delight and trepidation. “I’d just had a breakup, and I needed to look at a lot of trees and flowers,” says Finck, whose drawings overlay the energy and essence of spring onto drab winter cityscapes she photographed in Park Slope, Brooklyn. “I found myself wandering through the neighborhood, half-hopeful and half-weary,” she adds. “Will love find me? Wouldn’t that be lovely? But also, really, would it? I thought about the pain of another breakup, how I’d be right back where I started, alone. Or, in the best-case scenario, if I did find someone, I thought of all the exhausting work it would require: moving in, picking up after him, mortgage, kids, the unfairness of it all. And yet, the birds still chirp, the flowers still flower. Spring has sprung.” Amen to that.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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